As I lay in bed I listen,
Footsteps on my left,
Voices on my right.
But what I waited for came from outside.
Two doors to the left,
With an open window,
Came a lonely sound,
That lulled me to sleep.
Every night,
Of every day.
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Nocturnal Musings
PoetryShort little things I write. They're usually things I think of when I'm in a thoughtful mood. They're not that good but I try my best.
